But it was no caller. It was simply someone named Stillings to see Mr. ¬ÝCresswell. She went down to see him‚ÅÝ‚Äîhe might be a constituent‚ÅÝ‚Äîand found a smirky brown man, very apologetic.
‚ÄúYou don‚Äôt know me‚ÅÝ‚Äîdoes you, Mrs. ¬ÝCresswell?‚Äù said Stillings. He knew when it was diplomatic to forget his grammar and assume his dialect.
‚ÄúWhy‚ÅÝ‚Äîno.‚Äù
‚ÄúYou remember I worked for Mr. ¬ÝHarry and served you-all lunch one day.‚Äù
‚ÄúOh, yes‚ÅÝ‚Äîwhy, yes! I remember now very well.‚Äù
‚ÄúWell, I wants to see Mr. ¬ÝHarry very much; could I wait in the back hall?‚Äù
Mary started to have him wait in the front hall, but she thought